Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

Vitan also nodded.

"That's right, so hiding the true names of heroes is a very important thing."

"The so-called heroes are all famous figures in history. Everything they experienced in their lives is well documented."

"Therefore, while knowing your real name, your own weaknesses may also be exposed to others."

"That's why it's so important for heroes to hide their names from each other."

Vitan took out a blank piece of paper from the drawer under the coffee table, and at the same time used alchemy to conjure up a black carbon pen.

Then Vitan picked up the pen and carved one mysterious, obscure and incomprehensible symbol after another on the paper.

"Master, what is this?"

Lancelot took what Vitan had just handed him, looking completely bewildered.

"It's simple. Something that allows you to hide your real name."

Weitan raised his head and said in a calm tone:

"Don't forget, didn't I already tell you that Arthur will also appear in this war?"

"Do you think you can hide your current situation from Arthur?"

"I'm afraid she will recognize you the moment you appear in front of her."

Vitan's words made Lancelot suddenly realize, or it would be more accurate to describe it as coming to his senses.

When Lancelot was alive, he was one of the Twelve Knights.

He was the strongest man, second only to King Arthur. He led countless soldiers to help Great Britain expand its territory and defend the country's existence.

How could such a being be a stupid person?

There is no negative skill such as loss of rationality in his skill panel.

The reason why I didn't think of this aspect just now was purely because I knew that the king, whom I had always respected and wanted to atone for his sins, would appear. I seemed absent-minded for a moment and didn't think of this aspect at all.

"I'm sorry, Master. I didn't think of that at all."

Lancelot looked at Vitan with gratitude.

That's right, he absolutely couldn't let his king discover his identity at the very beginning of the war.

How could he not know what kind of personality his king has?

How generous, how kind, how just, and how wise is our king.

Even if I have done something so disrespectful and damnable.

The king still believed that what happened between him and Guinevere was excusable and forgivable.

If a king like this finds himself on the battlefield, will he really punish himself?

No, that's absolutely impossible.

The king will only forgive him once again.

Therefore, when fighting with the king, he must never reveal his identity.

Only in this way can he truly fulfill his wish and atone for his mistakes.

That's why he was so grateful to Vitan.

If he forgot about this matter and went straight to the battlefield, there would be no chance of fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

I want to wait until the next time we meet, but I don’t even know when that will be.

"There's nothing to thank me for."

"Your early exposure is also a trouble for me."

Vitan shook his head slightly.

"No matter what, your help to me is inevitable."

"Whether it's agreeing to my impolite request to atone for my sins to the king, or helping me hide my identity."

"So please accept my thanks."

Lancelot lowered his head deeply again.

It is such an honor to meet such a generous lord. If I had not met such a lord, it would have been so difficult for me to fulfill my long-cherished wish.

Vitan raised his eyebrows.

He could guess Lancelot's automatic imagination process.

But it didn't matter to him.

Lancelot could either be grateful or hateful.

No matter what, this guy has to obey his orders.

"That's all, but next, you have to remember what I say to you."

Feeling the seriousness in Vitan's words, Lancelot immediately straightened his expression.

That look was exactly the same as the look of the generals and soldiers under his command when they were listening to his lectures.

"I know all of the heroic spirits in this war, the Noble Phantasms they used, and their corresponding weaknesses."

"Now I will tell you one by one. You must remember them and win the battle. Do you understand?"

The surprise in Lancelot's eyes also flashed away.

At first he thought that his lord had already met King Arthur, so he knew that his king appeared in this Holy Grail War.

It turns out that my lord has another way of prediction.

Although he was full of surprise, Lancelot did not ask directly.

It is extremely excessive for a subordinate to interrupt his master when he is speaking.

Vitan's actions have completely conquered him, and he has begun to serve Vitan as his lord.

"Please tell me."

"First of all, King Arthur, of course, needs no further explanation. She is your king, and you never expected to win a battle against her."

"You have to listen carefully to what follows."

"Rider, Iskander, the conqueror king who once left a great reputation in history, Alexander the Great, his treasure is..."

"Lancer, Diarmuid..."

"Caster, French Marshal Gilles de Rais..."

"Assassin, Hassan Sabbah, the nineteenth Old Man of the Mountain, known as the Hundred Faces..."

Having said this, Vitan suddenly paused.

The tone became even more serious than before, and anyone could see how much importance Vitan attached to it.

"Next, I will talk about your greatest enemy in this Holy Grail War."

"At the same time, he is also the strongest person in this Holy Grail War."

Compared to just now, this time Lancelot was truly shocked.

Geng couldn't help but ask Vitan directly.

"Wang, isn't he the strongest?"

Even though his abilities have been improved to this level, even at this level, he still does not have complete confidence that he can defeat the king.

Others might not understand, but how could he, who once fought alongside the king, not understand?

The two weapons held by King Arthur in his prime represent his invincibility.

Maybe she can't win, but there is absolutely no way anyone can hurt her.

That is why he never thought of holding back in the battle with the king.

"King Arthur was summoned here for some reasons, and his strength is not complete. You don't need to delve too much into this. I will explain it to you when I have time."

If I were to really talk about what happened to Altria, it would be too troublesome.

Today, Vitan was not in the mood to talk about this with Lancelot.

"I see."

Lancelot nodded. Even though he had doubts in his mind, he stopped asking and shut his mouth honestly.

"Finally, Archer."

"Gilgamesh, the King of Heroes, is two-thirds god and one-third human."

"The fifth king of Uruk, an Early Dynastic city-state of Sumer in ancient Mesopotamia."

"He has many skills that have reached the Ex level, but the skill that needs the most attention is still..."

Even Vitan had not finished telling the following information.

Lancelot already understood why his lord said that Archer was the strongest Heroic Spirit this time.

This legendary oldest king, the wedge that constrains humanity, the half-human, half-god being, was still a well-known name even in their era.

If the king is competing against this kind of existence, then even the king in his prime would not be able to easily claim victory.

"Yes, it seems that you realize the seriousness of the matter."

The introductions of others were just brief, but when it came to Gilgamesh, Vitan spent nearly five minutes talking about it.

But Lancelot's serious attitude made Vitan pick up the teacup on the table and take a sip with satisfaction.

"But you don't have to worry too much."

"Gilgamesh's Noble Phantasm is powerful, of course, but he also has a very fatal weakness."

"As long as you can seize this opportunity and destroy this guy in an instant, leaving him no chance to use his treasure, then this guy won't be a threat to you."

Chapter 4 k Lady

Time flies! A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

A huge iron bird pierced through the thick clouds and slowly landed in this winter city.

A pure white figure also slowly walked out of the cabin.

She was an extremely beautiful woman.

The pure white winter outfit highlights her perfect figure without making her look bulky at all. Every detail of her body is close to the golden ratio and as exquisite as a doll.

Her pretty face was filled with a childlike innocent smile, and her burgundy pupils were full of curiosity.

“I see. Is this the country where Kiritsugu was born?”

"Saber, how does it feel to travel by air?"

Having just uttered such a sigh in her heart, the beautiful lady immediately turned around and asked the beautiful woman in men's clothing behind her.

This is a woman wearing a navy blue dress shirt and tie, and a French European style black jacket. She has a dignified temperament. Although her height is unfortunate, it is undeniable that she is a perfect beauty in men's clothing.

“No particular feeling.”

“I feel a little disappointed.”

It was clearly just a few short sentences, but the conversation between the two people revealed quite a lot of information.

Especially the noun Saber, which has a very obvious directional connotation.

It can even be directly concluded that the current group is a participant in the Holy Grail War.

……

On the Fuyuki Bridge, at the top of the red arch bridge, a strong sea breeze was blowing fiercely.

"Rider, hurry up and go down. Let's go down quickly."

Webber Velvet couldn't stop shaking.

It seemed like he wasn't acting like this because of the cold on the bridge, but out of pure fear.

"This is the place with the best view. You can observe many things here."